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Childhood Memories
by Th£ Proph£t
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I am real and I'm genuine also young and intelligent
You can feel it through the rhetoric penmanship is on elegant
Me you'll never be better then yeah I'm getting ahead of them
Ketamine for competitors boy so sick he need medicine
Put that shit on my letterman why am I still so irrelevant
I got light like I'm Edison only moving for betterment
But these niggas so bitter man
Keep the record spinning like this shits a mufucking ceiling fan
Up in the middle of August
You ask me why I do all this
Huh
I do this shit for the fans and the plans to make it up on the cams
Stare at million Through the stands
Just so I can rap and do a dance
Well I can't really dance though but
You know a nigga got a handle on it
Dribbling words like I got Kyrie Irving handles on it
Put niggas in line like we was a tangent Going tandem on it
Man I swear I'm the best in the game like it was a bible and my hand was on it
Help make it bright like I'm Panasonic
Show em my style right now like wow
Coming back with another one
When he speak it's like thunder and everyone here is under him
Belly button disgusting cuz all the lint just stay up in it
That's a joke if you fuck with it
But can I tell you something
This is my Yu gi oh summoning
I can't explain the suffering
I made an oath to the game
That I'd slay any beat that comes in my way
Like a nun does when she prays to god up in covenant
Or like peoples tax money when it's goes to the Government
Why is my life still b b b b buffering
Double stuffin these Bubble butts with bubble guts
While I'm playing some double dutch
I'm poppin the break and the clutch with a touch
You can't fuck with me and my team
So in translation That means you can't fuck with us
I be crushin it so hard the seems of my jeans get undone
Unbutton my jeans and I'm crushin the scene
Take off my boxers too
Cuz I'm fuckin the beat
I'm talkin obscene
I'm Bert in the bath cuz I need a rubber ducky with me
Rap is like my one two threes do it so effortlessly
Easy as abc reading your mind like telepathy
Now I know what you need
You can find me and get geeked with the rest of the cast up on Sesame Street
But watch it through my childhood memories
And fuck Joe I miss Steve
I miss Steve
I miss Steve
A treasure hunt
Are you ready for the big treasure hunt
I am real and I'm genuine also young and intelligent
You can feel it through the rhetoric penmanship is on elegant
Me you'll never be better then yeah I'm getting ahead of them
Ketamine for competitors boy so sick he need medicine
Put that shit on my letterman why am I still so irrelevant
I got light like I'm Edison only moving for betterment
But these niggas so bitter man
Keep the record spinning like this shits a mufucking ceiling fan
Up in the middle of August
You ask me why I do all this
Huh
I do this shit for the fans and the plans to make it up on the cams
Stare at million Through the stands
Just so I can rap and do a dance
Well I can't really dance though but
You know a nigga got a handle on it
Dribbling words like I got Kyrie Irving handles on it
Put niggas in line like we was a tangent Going tandem on it
Man I swear I'm the best in the game like it was a bible and my hand was on it
Help make it bright like I'm Panasonic
Show em my style right now like wow
Coming back with another one
When he speak it's like thunder and everyone here is under him
Belly button disgusting cuz all the lint just stay up in it
That's a joke if you fuck with it
But can I tell you something
This is my Yu gi oh summoning
I can't explain the suffering
I made an oath to the game
That I'd slay any beat that comes in my way
Like a nun does when she prays to god up in covenant
Or like peoples tax money when it's goes to the Government
Why is my life still b b b b buffering
Double stuffin these Bubble butts with bubble guts
While I'm playing some double dutch
I'm poppin the break and the clutch with a touch
You can't fuck with me and my team
So in translation That means you can't fuck with us
I be crushin it so hard the seems of my jeans get undone
Unbutton my jeans and I'm crushin the scene
Take off my boxers too
Cuz I'm fuckin the beat
I'm talkin obscene
I'm Bert in the bath cuz I need a rubber ducky with me
Rap is like my one two threes do it so effortlessly
Easy as abc reading your mind like telepathy
Now I know what you need
You can find me and get geeked with the rest of the cast up on Sesame Street
But watch it through my childhood memories
And fuck Joe I miss Steve
I miss Steve
I miss Steve
A treasure hunt
Are you ready for the big treasure hunt